Remember
they too have anchorage.
Eagles
may soar above the midday sun
But
the nests beckon them at dusk.
Crashing
waves recede
While
the sand is left naked,
And
the rebel who walks out
Finds
home in distant shores,
Like
the seed that falls farthest from the parent,
And greener
is the other side.
O
heart, when are you free!
Are
you when you break shackles?
When
legs carry you as far as possible,
Faster
than your beats.
Ah
naivety, the earth is round
And
all is dust.
Build
on it, paint with music,
And
the stars will be your bed,
And
no dams can arrest your flow.
You
shall burst forth with light,
With
the shadows as your guide
And
though the cord won’t be severed,
You will be born free.
You will be born free.
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